What I want is...


What I want is
to be different

to be different
I need to be me

to not be the same
as another

or anyone else
and my friends

we are all
totally different

blood pumping
all around us

no one
is the same

no one is
the same

everyone is
very different

not a person
on this earth
Randy’s Room
By Trina Wilson-Biggs

Whosever room this is should be embarrassed!
His clothes are all over the floor.
There is a muffin wrapper on the desk.
His underwear is hanging on the door.
The computer desk is a huge mess.
There are books and papers on the chair.
His cup has felt a ring on his nightstand.
Lay on his bed and get bugs in your hair.
There’s a stick in the window.
The phone charger is in a knot.
His dog, Joy is asleep on the floor.
The door can’t shut maybe he won’t get caught.
Whosever room this is should be embarrassed!
Robert, Tom, Dave or Sandy,
Wait ha I new it looked familiar.

I knew it was Randy’s

Getting in a fight


I got into a fight
I new that it was wrong
I looked around and caught my breathe
And sang a little song

We chatted for awhile
It really took my time
It made me want to punch him hard
but could not hit that slime

She hit me in the jaw
It made me hit the floor
I looked around and got back up
And walked right out the door